Enki shook his head and pulled up his legs to cross them at the ankles, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.

"No... I've had to have my shirei kill to protect him, but he ain't never ordered me to kill. I've no idea what sort of situation that would entail, really, an' I don't want to know." Enki paused to stare at the opposite wall.

"It's not as if I could be on the battlefield, I'd be out cold..." Enki muttered, mostly to himself and then slowly shook his head. If it ever happened, Shōryū would have strayed from the path.
"The kirin is there to protect the king, to advise him... and hope he listens," another pause for an eyeroll, because how often did Shōryū listen to anyone if he didn't feel like it? No one, that's who! "But to order a kirin to kill? That'd be a pretty big tip-off the king's gone bad," Enki said and then blinked.

While it was crude, maybe that was yet another way for Heaven to keep the king on the 'stright and narrow'; the king had access to a creature that had the protection of more or less powerful youma, that had to obey him, and if the king used that..?

Enki carefully kept from gritting his teeth, because yeah... a kirin's life was not their own. Truly pathetic.